Sperans sine fine nequaquam sperans
hoping endlessly, hoping hopelessly,
for a glimmer of light,
would shine on this Dark World.
The thorny needles of ice that pricks me to the soul,
the blizzard that swallows the flesh,
to the pallet of ice....
Nulla spes est,
In this broken world,
Peoples ears that do not hear,
The warnings to be heard.
Like the soothsayer warning of the Ides of March,
Falling on the callous ears of the apathetic Caesar.
Till hellion Brutus crushes him.
The sound of laughter bars the gates
Between sadness and despair.
In my world where despair and sadness are mates,
Laughter isn't there.
Like Genoril, despised from King Lear,
Joy is cast out from this place once paradisiacal.
Leaving a soul forever immortalized in the frozen ice,
picking up the infinite pieces of his broken heart......
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Bila Retak Kota Hati: Part II - Loss
PoesiaWhen the City of the Heart Breaks. Part II -Loss An Anthology of Love, Loss, and Learning. A collection of Poems. (Best read in 'Hoefler' font) Cover: A Mermaid (1900) John William Waterhouse
